Feiffer’s Carnal Knowledge is a festival of mixed emotions, inasmuch as you get to see her sitting in bed topless for about an hour, but you have to take her being miserable, depressed, and psychologically abused by Nicholson throughout

watched all of that trailer buzza posted thinking it might be the source of the comments about the tights, no such luck but it looks like a pretty cool movie, roy scheider running n shooting, plus cop cars jump off ramps, it was a good era i think.

Bus Riley's Back in Town meanders a bit towards the end, but lots of interesting stuff along the way. Seems to have been totally forgotten--I'd have to look at them side by side, but I think I liked it better than Splendor in the Grass. The most interesting thing to me was Michael Parks in the lead. Couldn't place him at all--he basically did TV in the '70s, has had a bit of a comeback recently via Tarantino. There was one role I did know him from, but I didn't make the connection: he's casually scary as Jean Renault in Twin Peaks. His James Dean mannerisms notwithstanding, he's very good in Bus Riley--when the film began, I assumed he'd be a standard comic goofball, but he's instead slyly intelligent and funny the whole way. Ann-Margret's an eyeful as always, and I've now got Janet Margolin (in Take the Money and Run) on my desktop.

Something odd. The film came out in '65, and it manages to diegetically work in muzaky versions of both "Downtown" and "I Know a Place" only months after they were on the charts. I didn't think movies did that sort of thing then.

As I mentioned on another thread, I managed to hook up my VCR to the big-screen and I'm hauling out old tapes from downstairs. Had a sealed copy of Bus Riley that I probably bought for a dollar or two when VHSs were in their dying days. Looks like it's not on DVD going by Amazon (and the VHS has one of those silly prices).

"Mr. Parks uncorks a set of James Dean mannerisms"--they're that blatant (didn't find the review until after I posted). Anyway, the reviewer (not Bosley Crowther) does the film justice. The director, Harvey Hart, is from Toronto; he made a weird horror film in the '70s called The Pyx.